Chapter 251: If I Can’t Have Her, You Can’t Either (2)
He stood up, feeling how abnormally red his face must have been. The Empress couldn’t help but ask in concern.
“What’s wrong?”
It took all of Gong Jue’s power to stop his body from trembling profusely. He lowered his head and said, “…your son has officially had too much to drink. I must spend a moment alone…”
The Empress could tell something was strange about the way he was acting. “Did you think such an excuse would leave me in comfort? Servants, accompany the Ninth Prince to the side palace hall so that he may rest.”
Gong Jue wanted to say that there was no need, but as he struggled to form the words when a gentlewoman arrived by his side. Gong Jue had no strength to spare and couldn’t resist.
The Empress had the feeling that something was afoot but cast her worries aside. The only thought she couldn’t stow away was one of Gong Che. She thought his expression was quite frightening and not to mention…
She looked to Su Miaolan and sighed.
Would Che’er really marry her?
Su Miaolan was pretty and had a good personality. Many could only hope to wed a woman like her, even before considering her status. The Empress only hoped that Che’er would change his mind after marrying. She only hoped that he would forget his past.
Gong Jue was led to a dark room as he was occupied with controlling himself. To think that he would be so incapacitated, that he could be handled by a woman!
He wasn’t aware of such a potent drug.
But Gong Jue’s willpower was still fighting for him and as long as he did his best to clear his mind, he could still control himself. The woman beside him started speaking. A familiar voice bewitched him, and he could feel himself slipping away.
That voice… it was very similar to Royal Sister;s voice.
“Gong Jue… do you not want me?”
In that dubious room, hidden away in the side hall, there was a woman with the same voice as the Royal Sister. It took everything Gong Jue had to open his eyes in an attempt to identify this mysterious woman, whose appearance was lost in the darkness. He could only tell that she was undressing in front of him, as he believed more and more that it was her. He could barely resist.
“Gong Jue… didn’t you say that you loved me? If you love me… then show me that you do!”
Those words. That woman. That sweet, sweet love that she spoke of. It filled Gong Jue’s skittish body and caressed his primal instincts. He turned his body over and landed on top of her as if he was a tiger pouncing on fresh prey. He could feel himself going crazy as she teased him, and his breathing had turned ragged and heavy.
Was it her?
It was her. She wanted him and he was right on top of her.
No… It wasn’t her.
The woman continued to speak in that seductive voice. Her voice was laced with a hypnotic quality and was extremely similar to Gong Yimo’s.
“Gong Jue… why are you still hesitating?”
Oh, how the way she talked lit a fire in his being. Gong Jue’s panting dripped with desire as he ripped off the woman’s clothes with the last of his strength.
Then, he saw her body. It wasn’t his Royal Sister’s. It was much too mature to be hers.
Upon realizing, he reached over and grasped the woman’s throat with near inhuman strength.
The woman clawed at her throat, but she couldn’t move his fingers. Her voice came out raspy and she was stammering in panic.
“Gong Jue… y-you! Let go! Do you want to k-k-kill me?”
Despite knowing she was an imposter, Gong Jue found himself still under the woman’s spell. His grip loosened then tightened, over and over as his mind bounced back and forth in a similar fashion.
He could feel himself swelling so hard that he thought his groin would split under the pressure. He could always compromise. Let it be. Whether it was actually his Royal Sister or not, he’d be able to relieve himself.
When he remembered about Gong Yimo, the trance was lifted.
He twisted his hands and snapped her neck.
Once he finished, he departed from Feng Qi Palace. There was no way he could stay there any longer.
Gong Yimo walked around for a while, with her mind impaired by a raging storm of thoughts. She returned to the WangFu at nightfall, only to be met by strange looks from everyone she encountered.
“What’s the matter?” She couldn’t help but ask after seeing a housekeeper that looked like they wanted to speak.
“Princess, it’s the prince. He…”
“Is Gong Jue injured?” Gong Yimo was shocked and immediately began to leave for Gong Jue.
“Princess! Princess, wait! The prince is at your Qiu Shui Pavilion.”
That was odd. Despite her bewilderment, Gong Yimo urgently rushed to her residence.